Places To Go Lyrics
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Yeah, Shady, aftermath
G-U G-Unit, Unit
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warning you, do not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warning you, do not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing
Your should be stressing, I'm gonna fucking teach you a lesson
MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessing
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing
(Goddamn)
These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's
Watch the twenty-two spin, my hoe's a perfect ten
I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again
Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends
At first you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy
You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its shady
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if it's not a classic
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastard, your misses get drastic
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted
Run nigga and stash it
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warning you, do not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
There is a genie in that bottle of that Don-Pari'on
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn
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Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words
In the hood they feel my shit
(Break it down)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat
Picture police man Dan gotta picture of that
Picture me being broke, picture me smoking a sack
Picture me coming up, picture me rich from rap
Picture me blowing up, now picture me going back
To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that
Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back
You wear a vest without a deck, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent?, Man I'm bent, I'm out'ta here
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warning you, do not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
Ha ha, man I ain't going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard
In Montreal, ha ha
Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga
Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit
Riding down 8 Mile road
You know for one of them en-joints and shit
Ha, ha, ya heard, I got place to go man
You know, shady aftermath
We finished our print money
Putting our faces on this motherfucking bill thug shit
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ain't seem to be doing much
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